Summer smiled as she walked down the street. She knew the looks she was attracting. One man turned his head to follow her progress and was pushed roughly by his wife as she noticed what he was staring at. She couldn't blame him though, not really. The denim jeans clung to Summer's ass like a second skin. It had taken her quite a while to pull the pair up ov...
What's up, people? My name is Marc Aurel, and I'm a Haitian-Canadian businessman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I work for the Canadian government, and these days, life simply couldn't get any better. Not easy for a brother to get a good job in this town, even with an MBA from an accredited and highly ranked Canadian university. I do what I can, thou...
A lot of brothers and sisters out there get uppity with other Black folk when they achieve a certain level of education and success. I'm happy to say that I am not that type of person, thanks in part to the influence of my lady love, Laila Jama. The six-foot-tall, gorgeous Somali lady who recently accepted my marriage proposal used to work as a security guar...
As the music ended the Asian girl, Song, joined them. She kissed Dorita and spoke into her ear. Dorita smirked as she rubbed her nose on Song's, then turned and wetly kissed Jessica. She spoke into her ear as another slow song started to play: "Song wants a turn with you. See ya." Dorita squeezed Jessica's ass and winked as Song moved in to embrace Jessica....
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INTRODUCTION It's not easy being a love goddess. You doubt me? You think it might be the most romantic, amazing profession in the world? Let me tell you, it's not. Nobody understands me. Nobody. You either. ***** First of all, you think I'm a prostitute. Or, you will once I tell you my story. And that's exactly my point. There's no room for me here....
As I walked out of Benny's building then started toward home, I noticed that not a single troll got anywhere near me. Looking at the many, about to kill their selves to get out of my way, actually made me feel a hell of a lot better. I just had to get my levels higher, I mean five levels was damn good. I'd say I was three past the most powerful on the counci...
My husband is a very visual and extremely erotic. Most husbands are. My husband is also quietly competitive. Losing is definitely not his thing. For years he's been sending me naughty photos. Sometimes it's just an immature dick pic taken after he gets out of the shower - freshly shaven - with a note: clean enough to eat off. Sometimes it's an artsy colle...
PART ONE "H...H..Hi." Sudhir stammered, standing before Priya in front of her house. He bowed down his head slightly and joined his hands, but kept his eyes raised so he could still see her incredibly beautiful face. There was no training oneself for a moment like this. What should one say when they see the Goddess? What is the appropriate greeting? Sudhir...
The multi-faceted land of Perversia contains many strange rituals and beliefs throughout its sprawling continent, but perhaps none are so strange as the marriage ceremony of the village of Tarr. For within the stone walls that protected the inhabitants of Tarr from raids by the beastmen, the ceremony of marriage was one which involved the worship and involve...